Page 102 of Caught A Vibe

“Have sex on a couch in my mother’s garage?”

I nod frantically. “I promise we’ll keep doing the hard work later, but I really need you. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“It’s like a reward.” Dash grins and slides his hands under my shirt to cup and tease my sensitive breasts, pinching my nipples just a little, just enough to get them hard, just the way I like it.

Damn, he really has been paying attention. I gasp, my eyelids fluttering closed, and he stops. I open my eyes immediately to find him smugly watching me.

“If we’re going to do this, you have to be quiet. I don’t want my mom to hear.”

“I feel like I’m some naughty teenager sneaking around.”

“Does that turn you on?”

“Not as much as being your good girl who can be as loud as she wants does.”

“We’ll get back to that. I promise.”

I kiss the promise from his lips. “Deal.”

The only sounds that fill the garage are our panting gasps for oxygen and the subtle rustle of clothing being pushed aside and zippers gliding down. Dash slides his hands over my entire body, and it’s a real struggle not to cry out in delight. I missed this man in so many ways, but the way he loves me, body and soul, tops the list.

He traces my neck down to my shoulder blades and beyond, deftly unhooking my bra so he can enjoy my breasts unimpeded. I’m still wearing my shirt rucked up around my neck, bra trapped inside, easy to drop back down if his mom interrupts. I try to touch him back in all the places he likes—his ears, the crook of his neck, his hip bones—but he keeps me at a distance.

“You first. If you touch me, I’m going to forget about everything but being inside you.”

Him getting inside me right the fuck now sounds like a pretty good plan to me, so I fight against his hold to pull him closer, and he tumbles me, pinning me to the couch. His hard cock presses against my leg. I try to open my thigh wider, urging him into the cradle of my hips, but he resists and playfully slaps my ass as he tugs my jeans halfway down my thighs, just low enough to get his hand inside and keep my thighs firmly together.

“My, my, aren’t we impatient. You’ve soaked through your panties, Ms. Maxwell. So eager.”

He traces a finger along the elastic of my panties, edging ever closer to the lips they hide, but not quite giving me what I crave. I can’t stifle my frustrated moan.

“Tell me. Say it,” he whispers. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you. All I ever needed was you.”

“Good girl.”

He finally pushes my knees up, the scrap of soaked silk to the side, and two thick fingers inside my desperate channel. I cry out with pleasure as he caresses the spot I taught him to find, and then startle to silence as the rev of a car engine in the driveway freezes us both in place. We listen carefully as a vehicle backs out of the drive, and then…silence.

“Is there anyone else in the house?” I ask.

“No,” Dash says harshly, resuming his internal massage and adding his magic fucking thumb to my clit. “Be as loud as you want.”

“Fuck, yes!” I yell as I ride his hand, my hips chasing the orgasm only he can provide. “Dash, I need more.”

He lifts himself off me and I let him go, letting him lead. He can do whatever he pleases as long as he keeps pleasing me. With his free hand he roughly pulls down my panties and jeans to my ankles before returning his attentions to my G-spot. When he replaces his thumb with his curious tongue, I can only shout my encouragement. Words have deserted me.

The rasp of his tongue over my folds, the suction of his lush lips against my clit, and the insistent coaxing of his fingers inside my tight pussy combine to free my soul from my body in a shattering climax. My body shakes and trembles beneath him, but my mind floats free on the waves of pleasure he’s created. Even when he sheds his own pants, dons a condom, and pushes inside me, I can’t grasp the words of praise or encouragement. I simply open my arms and legs, welcoming him home.

He pushes my already overloaded body right back up and over my limit, a second orgasm crashing against the receding waves of the first. Helpless, I let the pleasure consume me. Before long he joins me over the edge, his boneless weight pinning me to the couch. We are a tangled mess of limp limbs, half-shed clothing, and heaving lungs.

It seems ridiculous to me, but tears gather at the outer corners of my eyes before spilling back across my temples to disappear in my hairline. I haul in a shaky breath, and Dash raises his head in alarm.

“Hey! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head no and wrap my arms around him, pulling him back down to my chest and holding on tight. “No. These are tears of relief.”

Dash

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